I'm currently re-watching the first season of the Witcher... I forgot how much I love Geralt. So I had to write yandere headcanons for him ofc:
He still has to hunt monsters, but he tries to keep it to a minimum, as to not endanger you
When he does have to do something dangerous, he leaves you at the safest place that's nearby-ish. He doesn't tie you down, so you can still run away if you're in danger. At the beginning, this means he always has to chase you down after he gets back, but he couldn't live with himself if you got hurt because you couldn't get away from some monster.
That being said, you quickly realize that Geralt does, in fact, leave you in the safest place possible, whether that's an inn in a town or somewhere in a forest. Running away usually only gets you into trouble that Geralt has to save you from, so at some point you stop running. He always finds you in no time anyways, because of his enhanced senses. You might as well stay where you are, that's less exhausting.
He doesn't punish you for running away. He thinks it's annoying and might grumble and complain a bit while carrying you back, but that's all. He knows that this isn't an ideal situation for you and how could you ever love him, but he just can't live without you.
He does teach you some basic self-defense stuff, and how to act around certain monsters, so you're not totally unprepared if something were to happen. Usually the only thing you should do is run, though. (He teaches you for which monsters you should stand still, so you don't make a horrible mistake)
You'll sleep outside most of the time.
Downside: he insists on cuddling while you sleep. His arms are around you like a vice and you can't go anywhere. Plus the floor is uncomfortable (even if he has started to carry more comfortable sleeping bags etc with him bc you kept complaining) and cold. Really cold.
Upside: At least Geralt runs hot, so he keeps you warm?
Being outside all the time also means you usually have to bathe in various rivers and lakes... Geralt always stands guard with his sword in his hand. Just in case. He has to look at you, to keep you safe! Not because he likes seeing you naked or anything...
If you're ever in a town, don't expect the people there to help you. Nobody wants to enrage a Witcher, especially not the butcher of Blaviken...
Geralt will let you talk to others if you want, as long as you (or they) aren't flirting. He gets jealous easily. So if you don't want them to "mysteriously" disappear, try to be careful about how you talk to others. And who you talk to.
Doesn't care if other people call him names because he's used to it, but if anyone makes a comment about you because you're with him? They're dead.
Lets you ride Roach. of course.
I feel like he would still be friends with Jaskier. Jask would just think you're being silly if you talk about how Geralt kidnapped you and won't let you leave or whatever. "Haha, yeah, I get it, I keep coming back to him as well, his life is just so fascinating! So, what did you think about my new song?". Useless in helping you escape, but at least he's fun to be around. Might try to hit on you once, but immediately realizes that he should never do that again if he wants to live keep being friends with Geralt.
I feel like Yennefer would flirt with you and make demeaning comments like "Can I borrow your little toy?" about you, to piss Geralt off. You don't like when she's there because she always makes him feel like he needs to prove that you're his.
Will probably leave a bite mark on your neck, to mark you as his. So everyone knows not to touch you, even if he's not around.
Yes, he'll take you to Kaer Morhen. The others make fun of him for "acting like a lovesick puppy". He doesn't care, as long as they're not making fun of you. If someone does make fun of you, Geralt will seriously hurt them, unless you convince him not to. In which case he'll have to hear even more comments about how he's totally whipped. But at least it makes the other Witchers like you more, if Geralt hurts them for you that just pisses them off, and in that case nobody has a good time.
Hello Chief, I was kinda hoping you could continue Yandere Geralt? I was envisioning him chasing the reader through the woods, completely feral. Like he completely snapped after they was able to get away a second time, and prepare themselves for the hunt? What if they were able to get away for like a month or week?! So many options, but you can choose which scenario is best. I just want to read a feral geralt.
Chief... that's a new nickname unlocked! xD Thanks for requesting, sorry for taking so long!! I couldn't come up with a full-on scenario so I opted for more scenic headcanons, hope that is okay! ^-^
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❥ Geralt isn't the same after you managed to escape. Everyone can feel it, not just those who know him. He was always easy to identify as a witcher, but still, the rumors spread about a witcher, shrouded in dark clothes, stalking after prey. They say there's madness in his eyes and blood all over his body from those who crossed his path. If he comes to a town, people are quick to hide away, afraid he might mistake them for who or what he's searching, and he's known to appear in houses at night, searching basements and other hiding spots. No one dares to stop him, too afraid they might be the next victim to his blade. Rumors like these even reach your ears, only making you more careful not to be predictable for him, and so, the hunt continues.
❥ Lots of people and creatures have seen him ride through the forests, sword in hand, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. Geralt doesn't care about who he encounters as long as it isn't who he is hunting. So it's no surprise that people start calling him feral and out of his mind when they encounter him taking a short, calculated break on his travels, always lost in thoughts and shrouded in an unapproachable aura. Some people try to reason with him, get him to trust their information, or take advantage of his situation by selling their own goods, but he's not that stupid. Because you wouldn't be so stupid, so he can't afford it either. Anyone who insists on having a lead won't live to see the day if it turns out to be wrong, so sooner or later, even these people stop approaching him.
❥ Because all he thinks about is you. Strangely enough, he is sure you are still alive and out there somewhere. You are nifty, you have the skills he taught you, and you have something else remarkably: determination. A smile creeps on his face when he imagines you struggling but pushing through. You managed to escape him with all his heightened senses, carefulness, and obsession. You wouldn't let yourself or your new freedom be endangered by carelessness. Geralt trusts in you taking care of yourself as long as he can't, no matter what you must do. And seeing how this is your second attempt already, you are sure to have grown wiser since the last time. Perhaps knowing he is always just a few steps behind you also reassures you. At least, that's what he tells himself.
❥ The ale tastes twice as good with you on his mind, making him sigh blissfully, a shiver of anticipation running through him. Oh, he can't wait to get you back. The thought alone makes his heart pump harder than ever before, his body struck by so many emotions that he can no longer suppress them, no matter if it is unlike him. Geralt thinks of all the things he'll do to you once you are back. Hug you, kiss you—just to name the good ones. Dragging you back to a safe space, crying and screaming, is a given. But this time, he'll also make sure you are gagged so you have time to think about your actions and all the worry you caused. You won't go a day without being chained up after your little stunt, the longer it takes to get you back, the more inclined Geralt is to break some bones to immobilize you further.
❥ Thinking about you is the only thing that can keep him sane. He feels like he has already lost too much, so without you, his carefully crafted nonchalantness, the calm and unbothered personality he has fooled everyone with, breaks into a million pieces. Only a handful of people got to see his other sides, the ones that are softer, kinder, less hard, and shaped by the world's darkness and his own discipline. But there are also sides only you have seen, the obsessive, possessive ones. Protectiveness lies in his field of work, but he's behaving like a dog only around you. It's something other people would be too scared to see, and at some point, you were, too. But now that you escaped him, you have proven that you understand him. You know what it takes to be with him and to take him on. What it's like to challenge him, order him, love him. You are the only one worthy of losing himself over, just like he thought. You are his.
❥ Every time he sees someone that resembles you, he gets so agitated. Both worry and anger overcome him, and Geralt, usually so good at suppressing unnecessary emotions, is helplessly overwhelmed by the outbursts. He is constantly taken aback when the person doesn't turn out to be you, another piece of his sanity breaking off as he immediately lets go of them again, not caring if they are hurt or if other people call out to him. How could he have mistaken them for you? They weren't even close to you. Nothing about them was as perfect and breathtaking as you are. It honestly disgusts him that he even touched them, and Geralt's been through a lot of shit before so that really shouldn't matter.
❥ On the lonely nights out in the woods, he barely sleeps, always listening, waiting for a sign of you. A small laugh, the snapping of twigs, your breath in his ear. If he didn't know it better, he'd say you are a daydream even in this nightmare he has to endure because of you. All he can do is imagine your hands on his body again, your sweet voice whispering apologies, your hair brushing his skin as you curl up against his chest. Life could be easy like this, peaceful, gentle. He could love you again and for the rest of your life, even after you ran from him. But every time Geralt does close his eyes, it's with the knowledge that he'll have you back. He will find you. Losing you isn't an option; it's not even a consideration. And then he'll hold you again, kiss you, tell you, you are safe as he wipes away the tears that will undoubtedly fall after your reunion. The thought of breaking your legs tastes amazing on his tongue, but the greatest pleasure will be telling you he loves you again.
Yandere platonic Geralt!! Generally very cool!! Very nice!! But if you fuck up you have to deal with (what you have dubbed) the get along cuff. Which is literally him just making you sleep next to him and tying your leg to his with a bit of leather cord. It’s thin so he can easily snap it if there’s a danger, but he’ll wake up if you move it.
Also Jaskier being completely fine and okay with this would be hilarious, I would love to see you write a scenerio!! (Idk why but I picture a modern reader, like one who got dropped in the Witcher from the modern world)
I love this ask!! I also love the trope of a modern character in a medieval setting, I think it was all the ‘Modern Girl IN Middle Earth’ fanfics I read (an actual tag on ao3) so I have a weakness for it!! Also Jaskier just going ‘eh’ is so funny to me.
Warnings: forced proximity, captivity, kidnapping, some level of being infantalized, being tied to another person as a form of being restrained, future Stockholm syndrome. Jaskier is complicit, up to you whether he is also a yandere or not. Also the fact Geralt can smell emotions
“You know this could be like, an actual danger?”
You try and reason your way out of your situation, like reason has ever worked on Geralt before. He ignores you, mostly, concentrating on tying the knot around your wrist in a manner that you cannot undo the knot but it also didn’t cut off your circulation. He slips a finger under the cord, testing the knot and the cords strength, and you hear him make a satisfied rumble. You were still getting used to that, to the various sounds the Witcher made to express emotion.
“No it’s not. The cord’s thin, and if I have to fight I can snap it easily. Plus this area doesn’t normally have monsters, not this time of year.”
He stands, towering over you from you spot on the ground, near the fire, and you tilt your face up. The yellow light throws his features into a harsh countenance, makes his face all angles and scars, golden eyes reflecting the light the way a predators would as he glared down at you, scowling. You tighten your fingers in the wool cloak he had given you, so long ago, the fibers catching in your nails.
He must see something in your gaze, or maybe it’s the way you know you probably reek of anxiety right now, but his stance softens, the scowl melting away into something softer, not a smile because you knew he was still very, very upset with you, but not a harsh frown that made you feel small and stupid and like all the things he thought about you were true.
He crouches, making himself smaller next to you, and you feel your shoulders start to unwind. It was strange, being around someone who was so perceptive to your emotions, but seemingly had no clue how to address or handle them, beyond his own instincts as a Witcher and his limited interpersonal skills. His very limited interpersonal skills.
Seriously. You were pretty sure the guy only had two friends.
“You’re going to try and run again. Maybe not tonight, but I clearly can’t trust you to behave without me keeping my eye on you at all times. Since I can’t do that while I’m asleep, this is the solution.”
He motions to the thin leather cord, and you scowl, face twisting into something you know is ugly but doing it anyways. He wouldn’t be intimidated, you knew, he seemed to view you as some helpless kid, even though you were a fully grown adult who had been attending college.
“You wouldn’t have to watch me if you just let me go, Geralt. You can’t… you can’t just not let someone go home, that’s not right.”
You snap, fingers burying further into the cloak to stave off the chill that was only getting colder, creeping up your arms and legs to your torso and making you shiver. It had just gotten dark, the little fire Geralt built crackling away and too small to provide much warmth but rapidly gaining strength, and you shiver, leaning toward the fire and away from the Witcher.
“We’re not having this conversation again. You can’t survive out there on your own.”
Your face flushes, angry, and you bury your face further into the cloak. He had a point, to some extent. You weren’t used to the world of the Witcher, with its monsters and it’s hardships, weren’t used to the roughness of medieval life and all of its struggles. You were used to the modern world, where distances could be travelled by car, not horse, and you didn’t have to endure biting cold in the winter and blazing heat in the summer.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t at least try, Geralt. What kinda person would I be if I didn’t at least try to get home?” You protest, and there’s the sound of rustling, a muttered curse. Looks like Jaskier was back with wood.
“Ah. Seems I walked into a horribly tense situation.”
Jaskier remarks, but his voice is light, not taking your predicament seriously, even as his eyes land on the tether around your wrist and Geralt’s as he feeds wood into the fire, which licks up the logs and sticks eagerly, hungry for fuel. You scowl, face buried in the cloak to hide your sour mood as much as possible. Geralt didn’t care if you were pisses off or not, he cared when you were afraid not when you were mad, but Jaskier would do everything in his power to pull you out of your bad mood. From telling stories to playing little tavern songs, he would be relentless in making sure you cracked a smile at least once, and you didn’t feel like having to endure the bards attempts to cheer you up right now.
“Is tying them to you really necessary though, Geralt? They look like a kicked pup, can’t you be a bit more lenient?”
Jaskier wheedles, and wow, he might actually be your favorite person right now. You peek up from the fold of the cloak, and he’s got a hand on a hip, shifting his weight with a concerned frown. He looks entirely disapproving of the whole thing, which makes your heart soar. Maybe he would actually be able to get Geralt to listen to him.
“They’re lucky I don’t tie them on Roach all day.” Geralt grumbles, setting up the bed rolls. You could feel every small movement he made, the motion tugging gently on the thin tether.
“Oh you grump. Stop being so rude.” Jaskier huffs, sitting next to you, and you quietly despair how easily he gave in, how quickly he yielded to what Geralt wanted to do. You tuck your face back into the cloak, dejected.
“Hey now, it isn’t all bad. There are worse places to sleep. I can recall a few of them myself.”
Jaskier’s hand lands on your shoulder, and you glare, annoyed. You didn’t want company, or comfort, or any of it. You wanted one thing, and it was something that the both of them were denying you.
Jaskier, because he was Jaskier, seemingly didn’t notice. Which wasn’t the greatest.
“Yeah, sure, I guess. Never slept tied to somebody, though.” You say pointedly, and the annoyed rumble Geralt gives is almost worth it. Sharp gold eyes narrow at you slightly, before Geralt huffs, turning back to his task.
“I have! Well, it was more I had been knocked unconscious, but it still applies, I think! And those ropes were rather coarse, my wrists were aching for days!” Jaskier recalls. “Geralt had to rescue me, it was quite the adventure. I wrote a song about it, at some point, although I never published it. I really should rework that song, actually, come to think of it.”
He rambles, his voice filling the tense silence between you and Geralt, and you feel your shoulders start to relax. He was good at that, chattering to fill the silence that would drag on for hours between the two of you if it wasn’t for him. You sigh quietly, leaning into the warm hand clasped on your shoulders as the fire grows in strength, the bedrolls almost fully prepared.
“Alright. Jaskier, you take first watch, and I’ll take over in an hour or so.” There must not be many monsters around, you think, for Geralt to be so comfortable letting Jaskier take watch. Jaskier nods, slipping away your side as Geralt approaches.
“Not a problem! I was feeling wired tonight anyways, a few more hours though and I should be able to sleep well enough.” Jaskier agrees amicably. “Although I am a bit surprised, you normally insist on first watch.”
“Wanna get (Y/N) down.” Geralt huffs, and Jaskier nods.
“Fair enough, I suppose. They are criminally lacking in the sleep department, they’re beginning to get bags, poor thing.”
You scowl at Jaskier, annoyed.
“I’ve had these since middle school, first of all, not my fault I have insomnia.” You scowl, and jerk when Geralt all but drags you to the bed roll, barely waiting for you to finish talking.
“Hey!” You protests, annoyed, but he’s too busy ‘getting you settled’ as he liked to call it. Fussing over the blankets and the best roll, making sure your body was protected from the harsh winds that even the fire couldn’t stave off.
“Jaskier, stop keeping them up.” Geralt grumbles, sounding more tired than annoyed. He drags you closer, and it must be a Witcher thing to radiate heat like a furnace, because he was chasing off the cold without even trying, the same arm that you were tied to securing you against his chest.
“Pretty sure I can sleep on my own.”
You snark, and Geralt rolls his eyes.
“Not for the next week you aren’t, if that. Now go to bed.”
You scowl, glaring up at him. With the blanket over you, the fire, and the heat radiating off his body, you were tired, sure. But not tired enough not to say something, not when you were being treated like an idiot who couldn’t do anything for themselves.
“You can’t just- Geralt this isn’t right, and you know it. You can’t just- keep me here!”
You protest. Arguing with Geralt was much like arguing with a wall, honestly. Stubborn and just as likely to listen to you as the bricks that made up the walls of your old college.
But walls could come down. You just had to get through to him, make him realize that what was doing wasn’t going to work. You weren’t strong enough or fast enough to escape him, not without some clever plan or tricks up your sleeve, and you were pretty sure that an Olympic level athlete would still have issues trying to outpace him. So your only hope was getting him to listen.
It was a fragile hope, but it was the only hope you had.
“We’re not talking about this right now. Go to sleep.”
Geralt grumbles, and you open your mouth again. The warning rumble in his chest cuts you off, and you swallow.
The sound was exactly that. A warning. Geralt had never hurt you before, not really, but whenever he got mad things were miserable. Jaskier would be irritated with you for ‘putting Geralt in a mood’ as he put it, and you would be without the bard’s chattering to fill the heavy silent between you and Geralt. Not to mention the awkwardness of being forced to ride atop Roach with Geralt, the silence thick with tension between the two of you, or the way you would hope desperately for the day to end so you could go to sleep.
No, it was better to keep the Witcher happy. For all parties.
“Alright. Good night.” You finally mutter, and he sighs, the tension leaving his body. You feel his torso loosen, relaxing behind you, and you feel your hand shaking, just slightly. Or a little more than slightly. Your stomach twists, and Geralt sighs.
“I know you don’t understand. But you’ll realize this is what’s best for you.” He says it like it’s supposed to be an assurance, smoothing a hand over your hair like you’re a particularly fussy child, and you consider, for a second, twisting and biting that hand. Driving your teeth deep enough to draw blood and make him listen to you, for once.
You don’t, mainly because you know he would just move it fast enough your teeth would just snap at empty air.
You close your eyes. With the almost stifling heat behind you, and the too-heavy weight of the cord on your wrist that logically shouldn’t feel as heavy as it did, sleep does not come easy. Eventually, though, you feel your consciousness slip away into oblivion.
So as we all know Gerald has some serious problems with showing his emotion going on so he is showing his affection by keeping you fed and safe, not keeping you beside him cuz we all know how Witcher life is looking, he would get heart attack on the first day but he is keeping you in the house that he specialty enchanted for you to not leave it.
I know that he will get through his day just to see you in home safe. I can imagine him going to bazaars with you to get the food for sometime but if he thinks that this is not the time to get you off the house that he will make you write it down the things that you need :).
I feel like there might be one or more YanParents who pick up their baby like Simba in the lion king but facing them, like the poor thing is being lifted from under their armpits by their strong parent whenever they want to cuddle them or take them somewhere. It's even worse if their baby is already a teenager or older cause they just treat them like a baby (which they also get called all the time)
Feel free to say what YanParents you think would do this.
I personally think these yan!parents would totally do something like that:
Clark Kent/Superman (DC)
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DC)
Bane (DC)
Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (DC)
Hal Jordan/Green Lantern (DC)
Joker (DC)
Harley Quinn (DC)
Starfire/Kory Anders (DC)
Thor (Marvel)
Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)
Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Marvel)
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Marvel)
Hulk [more so than Bruce himself] (Marvel)
Nolan Grayson/Omni-Man (Invinvible)
Battle Beast (Invincible)
The Immortal (Invincible)
Red Rush (Invincible)
Chris Redfield (Resident Evil)
Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)
Barry Burton (Resident Evil)
Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)
Boromir (Lord of the Rings)
Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)
Thandruil (Hobbit)
Homelander (The Boys)
Stormfront (The Boys)
Starlight (The Boys)
Dante (Devil May Cry)
Ned Stark (Game Of Thrones)
Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)
Robert Baratheon (Game of Thrones)
Brienne Tarth (Game of Thrones)
Rhaegar Targaryen (Game of Thrones)
Sandor Clegane (Game of Thrones)
Tormund Giantsbane (Game of Thrones)
Khal Drogo (Game of Thrones)
Rubeus Hagrid (Harry Potter)
Sirius Black (Harry Potter)
James Potter (Harry Potter)
Molly Weasley (Harry Potter)
Vernon Dursley (Harry Potter) (I thought this one would be funny)
Madame Maxine (Harry Potter)
Geralt (Witcher)
Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Shinjuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Kyogai/Tsuzumi Oni (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Father Spider (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Mother Spider (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)
Felix Madrigal (Encanto)
Agustin Madrigal (although he’d end up hurting himself and probably you on accident) (Encanto)
(I can’t help but to imagine all the yan!siblings who make it a habit to do this too.)
